Let's just say that Audrey's pollen and nectar don't just make balls swell.

At the beach front cafe, Seymour ordered a bagel, a donut, a coffee and a large bottle of water - he had to fill up on, well, pretty much everything. Sitting down at a table out in the sun, Seymour proceeded to chug half the bottle before enjoying his bagle, checking out the passers-by, squinting against the sunlight. Not that he was the only one doing some checking out; legs splayed wide as to not crush his nuts, Seymour's enormous bulge was on full display, receiving a fair amount of stares, some appreciative, some scandalized.

He couldn't help but smile - Seymour was... decidedly average, a bit on the skinny side, so he wasn't used to turning heads like this. Didn't feel bad, all things considered. As did the sun on his face, and his legs and crotch. Seymour leaned back and let the sun warm him, closing his eyes as he chewed his bagel. Life was good. Weird, sure, with Audrey waiting for him at home, but Seymour hadn't felt this good about himself in a long time. Alright, yesterday night he'd felt pretty good, but that was something else. Thinking back to how Audrey had sucked him off, Seymour felt his cock twitch in his track pants - the memory alone was enough to make his heart beat faster.

Trying to get his mind off these memories - dangerous in combination with his stretchy track pants -, Seymour went back to munching down his bagel, washing it down with coffee. But the seed was sown, slowly growing in the back of his mind. He could not forget Audrey's slippery tightness, her frantic sucking, her supple boobs... Swallowing hard, Seymour emptied his coffee, trying to keep his cock down with sheer willpower. But focusing on the sensations only made them worse, Seymour's thick rod engorging with every thumping beat of his heart as his nuts gurgled loudly, earning him a quizzical look from the redhead in the Lolita dress that was sharing the next table with her friends, all of them almost unnaturally sexy. Which didn't help Seymour at all, especially the low-cut top of the blonde bombshell clinging to the muscular amazon as she was sitting on her lapt made his throat feel dry for a completely different reason than before. They were talking about looking for or visiting someone, but he was too pre-occupied to actually listen.

Seymour's cock jumped in his pants, a tiny, wet splotch appearing where the fat head was slowly inching down the leg of his pants. Raising his leg and putting his foot on the seat, Seymour leaned his upper body forwards and sandwiched his swelling member against his stomach. Not that the pressure helped, on the contrary, but at least now no one could see his trouser snake slithering about. Hopefully.

Trying to ignore the pleasant throbbing in his dick and the churning sensation in his balls, both of which was getting stronger by the minute, Seymour finished his bagel and started with his donut. While he was nibbling on it, the group of women at the other table finished their breakfast, paid and left, the blonde giving him a playful wink as she wrapped her arm around the amazon. The way her prodigious tits jiggled with every step sent a fresh squirt of pre into Seymour's pants, their shape reminding him of Audrey's perfect pair, which brought him back to last night, and his cock to full hardness.

No, no, please, not here, Seymour pleaded silently, but it was no use. His cock seemed to have a mind of its own, and his nuts seemed eager to help it. What have you done to me, Audrey? Why the fuck am I getting hard because of the tits of some PLANT?

Gripping his ankle tightly with one hand while he **** himself to keep eating as if nothing was wrong, Seymour tried to offset the pleasure with pain, with little success. His fully engorged prick kept twitching and pressing against his stomach, pre bubbling into the fabric of his pants now and then. The stain was small for now, but Seymour knew, it would only get bigger.

Was there any way for him to get out of this? Taking a shaky sip from his water, Seymour looked around. Most patrons of the cafe ignored him, the others gave only passing glances at the weird way he was sitting. So far, so good, now-- A particularly mighty throb made Seymour's hips jerk involuntarily, his chair thumping back on the concrete loudly. A middle-aged woman shot a withering glare his way, and Seymour felt the blood rush into his face as well, turning beet red. But luckily, the woman looked away just as fast and continued talking to her friend.

Face burning, breaths deepening, Seymour tried to look around inconspicuously, trying to find a way out. But even though he sat almost at the edge of the patio, once he stood up, Seymour's proudly erect dick would be visible to everyone at the cafe. Of course, there were also the people on the beach and the boardwalk - and Seymour was not gonna walk back home swinging his cock around. But if his lust kept mounting like this, if the churning in his balls got more intense, showing everyone his boner would be the least of Seymour's worries.

"Fucking hell, Audrey--hng..." He muttered, his whole body tensing up as another wave of pleasure made his cock twitch and strain.

Where was this even coming from?! There wasn't much stimulation, now that the cornucopia of sexiness at the next table was gone, and just pressing his swollen cock into his stomach with his leg shouldn't be enough. Even Audrey had had to work at least a little to make Seymour cum. And now? If this continued, Seymour would blow a load into his pants in a matter of minutes. But... wasn't that the perfect solution? Cum, grow flaccid, 'accidentally' splash some water on his pants and then go home as if nothing happened? Maybe he--

"'Scuse me, sugar, y'all alright there?" The sudden Texas twang right next to his table made Seymour whip his head around. "Y'all are looking a bit feverish, I'd say. Something makin' the rounds? Ah had someone here looking kinda like that the other day..."

The brunette waitress usually manning the counter had stepped up to his table to check on him, Seymour realized. Of course, he was behacing a bit weirdly. And he'd been more than happy to talk to her, reassure her everything was alright... only it wasn't. 'Jess', according to her nametag, was way too cute, with her freckles and her button nose and the green eyes, and... Seymour realized he was staring and cleared his throat, fighting against the arousal threatening to overwhelm him.

"Uh, sorry, just, some... something I ate isn't agreeing with me?"

"Ah hope nothing y'all ate here!" Jess laughed warmly, the sound making Seymour's heart jump - and of course his cock. Oh, if only... If only he could see those smiling lips wrapped around his throbbing dick... "Let me know if y'all need something, alright?

"I think I'm, uhgnh, I... another coffee?" Seymour ground out, the mental image of the Southern belle deepthroating his manmeat almost too much for him.

"Y'know, if it's the stomach, I think it'd be better if I brought y'all some tea. Whatcha say?"

"Uh, s-sure."

Still smiling her practiced customer service smile, Jess turned around and walked back inside, giving Seymour a view of her spectacular butt covered by her stretchy jean shorts, and his fantasy shifted to taking her from behind, said ass jiggling every time he rammed his enormous cock home. Maybe if he... Seymour shook his head wildly to lose the train of thought. What was wrong with him?! Yes, Jess was cute and sexy and nice, but the latter was only because he was a customer! But the former... the former made Seymour want to bend her over his table and fuck her senseless with his swollen cock, pump her full of thick cum from his fat balls. And then, he'd take her other end, stuff her throat with his throbbing member, make sure she was nice and filled from both en--

"What the fuck is wrong with me?" Seymour whispered under his breath, the world swimming back into focus. People still seemed to ignore him, but now it was deliberate. "I have to get out of here..."

But he also had to pay for his breakfast first. Maybe Jess would accept a good fuck as pay--No! He couldn't, he wouldn't, and with the way his balls churned and his cock strained against his track pants, he wouldn't last more than one or two strokes anyways--

"Oh."

"Hiya, sugar, here's your--"

Right as Jess returned with Seymour's tea, all of his plans were swept away in the torrent of cum shooting up his straining cock. With a strangled sound, Seymour's entire body jerked back, slamming against the backrest of his chair, his leg slipping, knee aiming right at Jess... Pearly, thick strands of white goop, expelled with such **** that they penetrated the fabric of his sweatpants with ease, arced through the air gracefully, twinkling in the sunlight. Everything seemed slowed down as Seymour's dick jerked again and again, sending more of his cum flying, and then...

SPLAT!

The first rope of cum hit Jess square across the face, making her stop in her tracks, eyes squeezed shut and mouth gaping open in shock. Her left hand raised to the height of her shoulder, fingers splayed, as her right dropped Seymour's tea. Just as it shattered on the concrete, the second glob splashed against her nose, dripping down slowly onto her lips and into her mouth, the third gooey strand splattering against her chin and onto her breasts. Seymour's legs and hips kept twitching, his churning balls forcing out cum, but none of his subsequent shots were powerful enough to make it through his pants.

Silence gripped the cafe, everyone staring at the waitress, viscous cum slowly running down her pretty face as she closed her mouth tightly, shaking fingers going to clean her eyes. Seymour, opening and closing his mouth in search of something, anything to say, raised his hand as if to help, but there wasn't anything he could...

Jumping up, he sent his chair clattering on the concrete and began to run, almost falling down the stairs to the patio, track pants sticking to his leg.